Well I have had a very down and up day today. I’m feeling a bit miserable from having yet another cold, which has lead me to fantasising about going walkabout. Just dropping everything, and just walking across the country, then the world. Getting away from all the noise and confusion. Away from being locked into this capitalistic, materialistic society, which I’m such an integral part of. Of course that would mean sleeping rough, outside on my own, away from the comfort of all my books, music, films etc. Which of course I can live without but still. Then my ego is pained slightly by my haikus. I want to write amazing beautiful pieces, that give a sense of awe, in the same way that other writers do for me such as:
El Sauz. The Willow.
Tierno sauz Tender willow
Casi oro, casi ambar, Almost gold, almost amber
Casi luz… Almost light…
Jose Juan Tablada.
But I constantly feel frustrated that mine fall well short of my own expectations. I’m not fishing for compliments here I’m just well having a whinge I guess. I suppose a comforting thought is that no matter what I write, hopefully it will resonate with someone out there.
Well on to todays haiku, of which once again I have done 2 versions.
Street kid standing strong
Defiant in face of death
Facing the death squad
Small child stands defiant
In face of death squad.
I have taken much poetic licence but they are inspired by this photo:
He is referred to as riot kid. Basically from what I read about him on cracked.com is that Sao Paolo police get paid to kill street kids like him.
Here’s where I read about him and other “badass” kids from the folk at cracked.com:http://www.cracked.com/blog/6-images-kids-too-insane-to-be-real-that-totally-are/
Try not to get too addicted to that site, if you’re anything like me you will! Not all of it is great, but most of it is.
Is that all for today? Well not really, I could go on forever, but I will leave you with a quote I found (literally I found it on the floor at work!):
“There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of ‘good’ weather” John Ruskin, english writer and art critic.